[A little bit under an hour later, Bucky is gently knocking on her door, making sure she can hear him without being too loud to spare her the aggravation for her headache:]
Barb? You up? [he asks through the door.
He's picked her up some greasy breakfast sandwich and a sugary kind of coffee drink, as well as lots of Gatorade and painkillers for her head.]
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Barb? You up? [he asks through the door.
He's picked her up some greasy breakfast sandwich and a sugary kind of coffee drink, as well as lots of Gatorade and painkillers for her head.]